His Hearse, Her HymnHimHis Hearse, Her Hymn1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You asked me why I don't believe in honesty
with henna-hands undressing our hips.
I told you—
—told you that a confession is an embalming:
the truth has died but hasn't been laid to rest.
You ask why I don't believe in honesty.
It is because honesty makes for better liars
and homeless poets.
liars have all the beautiful words.
the sunsets exploding within their throats
indicative of someone who’s entertained
too many dusty nightmares;
the truth is,
you were not cut out for this;
you’ve the heart of a child and
the eyes of the dis-eased—
—but I would love your every
vulnerability if you let me into
the brittle hollows of your bones.
Titles Don't Belong in the First LineTitles don’t belong in the first line,Titles Don't Belong in the First Line1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and poetry is not made of end rhymes.
The ventilated fluorescence and I
flicker at the incongruence
and I want to tell her
sometimes east is left
on the map
if you hold it right.
The Daily Sentence ProjectShe shifts her thighs to the same anglesThe Daily Sentence Project2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where tectonic plates exchange glances.
The infant in her arms coos in haiku,
the phone crouching on her shoulder
barking in blank verse and bank terms;
where has the affection been displaced?
Perhaps the both of them are three full-
time jobs past romance and two cases
of chickenpox past the seven-year-itch
to be able to tell that dishwater softens
and oatmeal baths becalm their hands.
The kitchen tile is a haphazardous haven
for cloven shoes. She prefers slip-ons.
The Imperfection of Style 1. IntroductionThe Imperfection of Style5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When you sit down to read a piece written by Baudelaire you do not expect Dickinson sentimentality, nor a Shakespearean wit or Poe's possessiveness with phonetically eeriness. You do expect a Baudelaire experience. But what is a Baudelaire experience? What makes Baudelaire a Baudelaire in comparison with Poe - is it the tonality, details, sentiment, or maybe the vocabulary, sentence construct or themes; Might it be the concepts, or maybe a certain point of view or an angle? Can you create your own style by analytical and critical thinking, learning the hypothetical curve and scale of those degrees, or by comparing different styles and reaching a sort of virginity in style, that which is uniquely you. Who is that which you describe through your style if not a human being, the imperfect creature of them all, and can we, by describing the imperfect, reach perfection?
The chase for Perfection in the creative and artistic world became an
interim requieminterim requiem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gates open at 3 a m to the beach of failures
countless pebbles of all shapes sizes colours
traceless years of marginalisation
untried adventures, unseen lands, untraveled roads, unexplored cities, uncharted rivers
unspoken words, unreturned gestures, unshaken hands, unrequited infatuations
unwarranted rebukes, unresolved guilt, unavailability of confidantes
a life half-lived
personal shortcomings, social conditioning, duty obligation loyalty
improbable aims, conspiracy of times, wheels within wheels, twisted perspectives
throw darts to question why
never to hit the bulls eye
classclass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at a far remove
sculpted face, glowing skin, resplendent smile
elegant posture, fine clothes
in lush quiet ambience
of a spacious house
at a far remove
early recognition bestowed without much struggle
serendipity of success
likely inner peace
jostling through the crowds
sweating it out
if only to make a voice heard
in the deafening din around
then to be drowned in anonymity
join the majority
at a near remove
A Shoe TaleA Shoe Tale2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a p
MasumiyetMasumiyet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tarihte Unutulmaz Kadınlar
Bu resim tamamlandığında öldürüldü
Dünya hukuk tarihinin en önemli davalarından biri kabul edilir Beatrice Cenci'nin davası. Beatrice'in talihsiz yaşamının ve öldürülüşünün yaklaşık 4 asırdır konuşulmasını sağlayan ise öldürülmeden 24 saat önce yapılan tablosudur.
Beatrice Cenci, Roma'nın en zengin ailesinin kızıydı. Babası Francesco Cenci iğrenç bir adamdı. Sayısız rezaletlerini, öz kızına tecavüze yeltenmeye kadar götürdü. Beatrice'in iki erkek kardeşi ve üvey annesi, Francesco Cenci'yi ortadan kaldırmayı planladı. Francesco, 9 Eylül 1598'de Napoli'de bir dağ başında ölü bulundu. İhtiyar adamı kimin öldürdüğü bili
A Hero of the Ages: Chapter 5 (AU)A Hero of the Ages: Chapter 5 (AU)4 months ago in Romance More Like This
“Move you fool!” A voice called from somewhere behind Link. Just as the Shadow Beast swept down with its huge hand, Link rolled out of the way. He looked back to see Hena and Shad running towards him. Link looked back at the beasts which were now forming a circle that was meant to enclose him. He got to his feet and tried to redirect them so he could be nearer to the temple. He felt protective of the old ruins.
Shad and Hena watched him; he could feel their eyes on him. He knew that they watched out of fascination and not out of fear for his safety, for this was proof that another world existed beyond earth. Keeping an eye on the beasts and how close they were to him, Link tried to find the human-like figure that had brought them here.
“Link, what are you doing, lad?” Shad called from his spot beside Hena. “Come over here, these things look as though they
Traditional art related articles - FeaturedTraditional art related articles - Featured1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
AcceptanceI accept that i'm a loner,Acceptance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I accept that I was a cutter.
I accept that I am different,
I accept that i'm not perfect.
I accept that I am confused,
I accept that I always get used.
I accept that I fall too hard,
I accept that I won't get far.
I accept that I live my life,
I accept that I threw away my knife.
I accept that I am unique,
I accept that I am me.
You Changed EverythingWaking up to see your faceYou Changed Everything2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is my favorite way to start the day.
Knowing my reality is as good as a dream
Makes me grateful for how we got this way.
I was scared,
But I don't think you could tell.
I decided to take the plunge
And immediately, I fell.
Your arms feel like home.
Welcoming my body into a comforting embrace.
You've left an impression on my heart,
A permanent mark I can't erase.
We share each other's happiness
As well as the pain.
But we both remember what's important,
Like when we're kissing in the rain.
I was drowning,
And you brought me to safety.
I wasn't sure I was ready,
Then you changed everything.
denial is the best policydenial is the best policy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deal only with the external reality
deny the internal one
abdicate the internal-implied responsibilities
forsake its decision-making
if unresolved issues are never going to be resolved, let them bloody pester
though they have a tendency to spread their venomous tentacles to the body
denial has to work.
The Gate of Time - 1 [TP Link x SS Link]The first time they met, the ground shuddered…The Gate of Time - 1 [TP Link x SS Link]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Link’s heartbeat quickened as he was thrown from the gate of time with more force than he’d ever been before. Confusion littered his features as he landed on hands and knees, a wince given at the sharp pain of skin being ripped from his palms. He’d endured worse, though. Link lifted himself from the ground with all the elegance of a toddler and examined his surroundings carefully.
He was on the surface, that much he could tell, but he’d never seen this place before. It was a different part of the surface, maybe? He frowned in confusion at the swooping trees about him, the clear sky and the duller colours of the world about him. It wasn’t uglier than the surface he was familiar with, but it was different. Not as bright. But fuller.
Life buzzed about him in a way that it never had, the air was filled with purpose and it taste
Red as rosesRed as rosesRed as roses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A delicate dance
Some subtle shift
A gentle drift
as fingers fumble
No single cause
No hidden clause
they ‘re in love
As souls merge
Through darkest day
They never part way
past death’s door
in heaven above
God bless true love
the failed escape artistshe is a snowflake-skinned sighthe failed escape artist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
floating on the winds of Eurus,
playing tic-tac-toe on her skin.
she always comes out the loser
standing on the road between
two worlds, she wonders when
she started to read the map wrong,
because this isn’t the
second star from the right.
she can burn the pictures,
but she can’t burn her memories.
and damn it,
her wanderlust is trying to
pull her up, up, and away
but the desolation is keeping
its slimy tentacle wrapped
around her ankle and
Legend of Zelda Seven Minutes in Heaven MikauLegend of Zelda Seven Minutes in Heaven Mikau1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“I really don't know why hosting this game wears Midna out so much. I think it's really fun.” Happily buzzing around the room, Navi hummed quietly as she looked for her next player. “Picking people to play is the hard part. You never know who actually wants to play, and who's being forced to play.” She hovered directly in front of your face before quickly flying off towards the sack of items. “You're going to go next, so come on.”
“I guess you could tell that I was one of the players that actually want to be here, huh?” Smiling wide, you hopped on your feet and rushed towards the container of items. After only a few short seconds of searching, you pulled a long, thin bone from the sack. Seeing what you'd chosen made you cringe. “To be completely honest here, this is a little creepy.”
“Sorry about using that as my item. It's all I had with me.” Grinning sheepishly, Mikau stood up, and slo
Three DaysThe First DayThree Days2 months ago in Drama More Like This
His wings are ripped at the edges and his body thrums with pain. It's hard to fly and he's already been swatted three times just this morning. Tael isn't sure why he doesn't try to fly off the tower. Most of the time Tael is alone anyways if he isn't dragged along with his ex-friend's escapades—forced to be the distraction, the diversion, and praying to the goddesses for forgiveness as he gazes down at the glares of pain and betrayal from every unfortunate soul they torture.
And yet, through it all Tael stays by the imp's side and never even bothers to test the boundaries of the mask's power and see if he can even leave and find his sister. Someone needs to stay by Skullkid's side and some compulsion tells him the child still needs someone to look after him, even if he has the power to literally bring down the entire world. Even if he can do anything to him—and he really can do anything to him. The fact that Skullkid hasn't used powers on him gives the
i will rest by the river and bloomi have eaten so many cherries i have lost count,i will rest by the river and bloom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers bundled up with their stems, my teeth aching.
with the fruit flesh still threaded around them, the seeds
look like little organs, little stone hearts:
i eat them all, every one. maybe they will hatch in my stomach
like bitter eggs, and a thousand hundred giant trees will
grow slowly though my bones and my bloodstream, maybe they will
burst up and out through my mouth. i will be a bleeding flowerpot,
a forest floor with shoes, an incubator. i will be the zombie
apocalypse of cherry trees. i will grow my wooden teeth through the roof.
my bad decisions will touch the sky.
Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our indifference
and not feel our hearts unbeating because of this.
Because, in feminism, we find the fairy Godmother
we were always denied by being real - but constructed.
real wallsreal walls4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
withdraw from the delusional
they are self-made and deserve the riches
they are victims of the system
they are so special that it takes substance abuse to finish them
their country is god's gift to humanity
their religion is the best
their religion justifies violence
withdraw from the illusional
work is its own reward
body is a temple
love means sacrifice
relationships are sacred
no wonder so many are islands,
hermits and recluse
they didn't create the walls around them
the make-believers did
real walls out of false beliefs